[Verse 1]

Let me take you back, to a time in July

Super hot day, windows tinted, tough guy

Whipping through the city, making moves on the side

Bumping Big L, and just showing off our ride

Duplex had a swerve nearby, and we were famished

Did his business, then we stopped by for a sandwich

Small shop, I know the owner, so we took advantage

Left a big tip, back to the whip, but the tires damaged

Is it a nail? Naw, it’s a set up God dammit!

Grab the heat, out the backseat, try not to panic

Duplex got so flustered that he started spеaking Spanish

In forty-five minutes, the sun will start to vanish

Who would do this to us? It can’t bе worth it

Pulled out our phones, called an uber, no service

See some dudes plotting, so we started getting nervous

Took us thirty seconds till we figured out the purpose

[Chorus]

So this is it, this is how I die

But if I’m boutta die, then I wanna die high

It’s gone to shit, there’s no where else to hide

Pull the joint out my pocket, puff it up into the sky

So this is it, this is how I die

But if I’m boutta die, then I wanna die high

It’s gone to shit, there’s no where else to hide

Pull the joint out my pocket, puff it up into the sky

[Verse 2]

All of the sudden, everything makes perfect sense to them

Trapped inside the stomping grounds of Silver Pendulum

We heard a gun, think I counted about six shots

Took off on foot, hope this ain’t the day we get caught

Lacking, that man Pendulum is always packing

He got beef with Duplex over a recent stabbing

Convinced he did it, but that’s not what really happened

The need for vengeance has driven him into madness

We’re outnumbered so we run until we’re cornered

We spot a crane and scale it, keep on moving forward

So come and get us cause, we won’t capitulate

My last words, are “fuck you”, enjoy the aftertaste

We fight em' off with the ammo that we brought

We had a chance but its harder than we thought

Duplex wearing a bullet and we’re running low

We’re moribund, need to get lifted ‘fore I go

[Chorus]

So this is it, this is how I die

But if I’m boutta die, then I wanna die high

It’s gone to shit, there’s no where else to hide

Pull the joint out my pocket, puff it up into the sky

So this is it, this is how I die

But if I’m boutta die, then I wanna die high

It’s gone to shit, there’s no where else to hide

Pull the joint out my pocket, puff it up into the sky